President Hunting Love is too fierce

For a moment, she only felt that the blood all over her body was rushing to her head, she should be blushing with shame, but in the end her face was only pale.

She looked pale and absent-minded at his slightly smiling but indifferent handsome face.

His expression was so indifferent, as if he had completely forgotten her.

Bai Ling felt an indescribable sense of loss.

It's ridiculous, things take turns. [

The last time he knelt in front of her and made a humble proposal, but she hated him for taking her virginity away>

Then she found out later that he hadn't done that to her at all.

It was she who hurt him, stabbed him in the most hurtful way possible.

This time, perhaps it was her retribution, to meet again.

He appeared high above the crowd's attention, walked the red carpet with his new lover in a very chic manner, and attracted the frantic pursuit of the media.

But she became a humble little assistant, and fell down in front of him awkwardly because of the crowd.

Frantically picking up things scattered all over the floor.

What an ironic picture, everything turned upside down.

Bai Ling had no choice but to smile wryly, feeling really ashamed, wishing she could disappear in front of this man immediately.

Seeing such a downcast appearance made her feel that her self-esteem couldn't bear it.

Mo Fei bent down, picked up the small mirror like a gentleman, looked at her with a gentle smile, and handed it to her.

"Bai Ling, we met again. I didn't expect to see such a poor you. You turned around and threw away my ring so proudly. I thought that when I saw you again, you still had that proud and inviolable look." Face, what a pity, it disappoints me so much."

Mofei sighed softly, with a relaxed and elegant tone, as if chatting with a friend.

But Bai Ling keenly heard the strong irony in his words.

She still maintained the posture of kneeling to pick up things, but her back suddenly became stiff, and the fingers holding the handbag were tightened so much that they almost scratched the leather bag.

Her heart was stabbed fiercely, and her self-esteem was shattered by his light words.

A very humiliating feeling spread in my heart.

She tried her best to take a few deep breaths to calm down her flustered mind, and stretched out her hand quietly.

He took the small mirror in his hand, but accidentally touched his fingertips. [

Her hands trembled and she could barely hold the mirror.

Then he calmly put the mirror back into his handbag, stood up, lowered his head, his eyes had returned to their usual indifference and calmness.